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Bow down to the human condition

It’s the perfect design,

Born and bred for the impulse of violence,

Our inherent demise.

Into the fright of diminished sight,

You succumb to your primal directive—

Give in to your natural desire

To set fire.

Ignite your vile self.

Pressure building momentum,

This hypertensive crisis—

THE MIGHTY FIRE.

Organic volatile dispersion,

Reaching cataclysmic levels,

Causing an explosion.

Hands clenched,

Listening to the torrid flow

Of seething and constrictive circulation,

Mounting a volatile propulsion.

The cortisol stench

Leaking through epidermic orifices,

As the exchange of gas

Generates a thrust of lethal hatred.

Control: None.

Null and void.

Cauterize:

Venom spitting piston ignition.

Fight or flight:

We weaponize our enemies.

The vicious, viscous crimson condition—

The violent light:

Blinding conviction,

Binding constriction.

Abide the destruction.

Forever. Our rage,

Unites and ignites our souls together.

An eternal inferno awaits us.

Remember, dismember.

Forever.

Bow down to the human condition.

It’s how we all fucking die.

This is how we all will fucking die.

This rage that lives within our hearts,

A reminder.

We surrender to the burning sun.

Ignite the primer.

This hatred that burns within,

A reminder.

We succumb to the burning sun.

Ignite the primer.

Fire.

Detonation.

Fire.

Decimation.